Novel & Cerita Assassination Academy

Over the roaring flames, the sounds of sirens and panicked voices mixed in a deafening symphony. Across the city, inside the vast, opulent mansion of the chairman of the assassin organization, AS01 paced furiously. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists, resisting the urge to lash out at anything within reach. His eyes darted to AS02, who delivered the grim news.

But since he was the head of the family, what other course of action did they have? In the end. Robin Wright had hired the infamous assasin Lucas Stephens to carry out the mission. He was known all over the country for killing businessmen who had offended the elite of the business world. But his fame was more because he was never caught. Everyone knew what he had done, but no one was able to pin it on him. Nor had he ever disclosed who had hired him. This was his main attribute. Otherwise, he knew that the first rule of assasination was, kill the assasin. As long as he kept his mouth shut, he was safe.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

I spat bitterly. "You've got a point there." Ares said, "isn't it time for him to resign yet? He's like seventy, no?" I fought the urge to laugh at what he said before correcting, "He's fifty. I don't think he'll resign for another thirty years." We both stopped when we entered the hall. "See you around, il mio adorabile assassina." Ares said with a smirk. (My lovely killer/assassin) "That's a hell of a way to call a cold blooded assassin." I scoffed, my eyes darting around the place, looking for my father, ignoring all the eyes on me.

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

"I didn't expect you to scare off the assassin." Chad glanced at Tanner, not bothering to respond, and carried Nancy back to his room, with the little white fox following at his feet. Seeing that for the first time, Tanner remarked, "An interesting man!" Muttering to himself, Tanner looked into the room and saw the assassin with a bloody hole in his chest. "Damn, this Saffronesian assassin failed his mission and committed suicide!" Tanner assumed the assassin had used explosives to kill himself. He had encountered Saffronesian assassins before and knew they sometimes used clay explosives for suicide.

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“Every man bleeds. Every man dies. Including this Knight.” Barbie’s nails dug crescents into her palms beneath the table. The pain kept her rooted in the moment, “So why?” she pressed. “Why go after him if you don’t even know who he is?” Her uncle leaned forward, steepling his fingers, his grin spreading wide. His teeth were sharp, his eyes hungrier than any wolf. “Because if the rumors are even a little bit true, then assassinating him will be your most challenging task yet.” Barbara couldn’t believe her ears.

I cry out, thinking it’s one of the attackers, but when I twist around, I see Gianna’s face—pale and terrified. “Get up!” she screams over the chaos. “Aurora, get up!” I stagger to my feet, my whole body shaking. I see flashes of men in black suits—guns being drawn right before they let loose—firing across the room at each other. More bodies hit the floor. I realize, dimly, that this wasn’t a clean assassination, this wasn’t the quiet, surgical strike Dominic had planned for. This is a massacre.